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Omovember Day 12 - Peeing in a Diaper

(Like another author I’ve seen around here, this one has to be one of my most looked forward to prompts. However, for some reason, it didn’t come to me as fast as the others. Maybe cause I wrote two scenes in essence. Enjoy!)

Contains ADBL elements.

Colors were changing on the leaves along the northeastern highway, a crisp cyan painting the sky. Jill had been driving toward their destination for the better part of five hours, and she was losing steam. She angled the tires pulling into a gas station.

“We’re making a stop, babe,” she said, gently squeezing her husband’s knee. He stirred from his slumber and she left him to wake up as she started fueling their vehicle. A frigid breeze rolled across her legs that sweeped her knee-length skirt back and forth around her thighs. She was not used to this chilly northern weather, and as soon as the gas was dispensed, she went in to pay, buy snacks, and change into a longer maxi skirt. Legs better protected, she walked out to the black truck to look in on her hubby.

“Are you up, Ryan?” she queried in a sweet voice that betrayed a hint of fatigue.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Want me to take the rest of the trip?”

“That would help me so much,” she sighed in relief. She was drained fron her stretch on the road which took nearly all night. He shuffled over to the driver’s seat, and she took his old seat, toting with her the bag of snacks she bought.

She gave Ryan the coffee she had procured for him, then happily reached for her tall can of Arizona Tea, and a few minutes later it was empty, her thirst was slaked.

“You were a thirsty princess!” he chuckled jovially, clicking the turn signal as they headed onto the road.

In return, a blush developed across the bridge of her nose. The cutesy nickname immediately made Jill start to regress, feeling cute and little. She snuggled up into her blanket for warmth and readied herself for a nap. As she cuddled her cotton heaven, she reflected on how excited she was for this vacation. The two of them were going to New England for a weekend retreat to see the changing of the seasons and for some romantic alone time. Husband and wife. Just daddy with princess.

Just before she drifted off to sleep, Ryan stroked the back of her neck gently and she felt so protected and a surge of affection welled in her for her Daddy Ryan. Comfort enveloped her and the slow, constant attention lulled her to sleep.

The hours of Ryan’s drive were pretty uneventful. He drove past many of the same vistas, surrounded by fellow travelers and long stretches of interstate. He got to appreciate how cute his wife was as she slept, and knew that he wouldn’t want to trade his baby girl for the world.

A new sound that sprang up during a lull in the radio’s progress alerted him to a possible problem. To his direct right, he heard a small, muffled hiss, coming in irregular intervals. Upon divining the source, having much experience with this particular noise, he patted his wife’s leg as gently but as urgently as he could so as to wake her.

“Princess, wake up. You’re having an accident.”

It seemed he needn’t have said it, though, because as soon as she woke up and realized her current state, she clamped her previously wide open legs together and gained control of herself. She grunted from the strain and in her regressed state was starting to get fussy and upset.

“Daddy,” she whined. “I stopped it. But I haveta go pee pee really bad!”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he reassured her, already switching lanes to get off the highway. “Let’s get you to the potty.”

She squirmed, wiggled, and pressed down against her thighs in an effort to concentrate on holding in her pee. The large amount of tea she had earlier was the clear culprit of their potty emergency now. Ryan couldn’t lie, the juvenile way she spoke, and her desperation conjured up an arousal in him. But he concentrated on his task to ensure that his baby could get to a bathroom on time.

They pulled into the parking lot of a fast food restaurant, and she tromped inside, not unlike an American football linebacker, he thought in light-hearted jest. He stayed behind long enough to inspect the damage to his seat (surprisingly minimal), and to grab one of their bags from the back of the truck. He walked into the restaurant and surreptitiously knocked on the door of the one bathroom the place contained - a restroom marked for family access.

She recognized the knock as one they both used between each other, and meekly opened the door to allow him inside. He stepped in, and she didn’t look any worse for the wear, other than the gloomy expression on her face.

“Are you okay? Did you make it?”

She only pointed a finger to the toilet. Ryan inspected the floor for any early-released puddles, but the floor was spotless. Inside the bowl was her frothy golden water.

“You did make it, good job honey!” he exclaimed in support. However, she explained the reason for her current mood in a wavering voice.

“I still went pee on your seat. I wet my dress!”

He shushed her, in an effort to calm her down. “I’m not mad, it wasn’t a lot. You did so good, holding it in. You were such a good girl.”

After a couple of seconds, she accepted this, and sniffed deeply. He knew he had to deliver the caveat, and hoped she wouldn’t argue.

“We still have a couple hours to go, princess,” he said to her with a level gaze. “I am going to have to put you in a diaper. We wanna be nice to daddy’s car, and prevent any more accidents, okay?”

She just nodded in sullen understanding. Ryan loosed the bag from his shoulder and took out his supplies. He lowered the changing table, and she sat upon it. Luckily, her light weight allowed her to make use of the table without having to pay a second thought to the possibility of breaking it. Ryan moved forward and as she planted her feet to raise her hips, he bunched up her skirt around her stomach, and scooped the slightly damp panties under her butt and pulled them from her legs. He lovingly administered a wet wipe to her princess parts to ensure that she was clean, and slipped the disposable underwear beneath her. Once it was fastened snug around her waist, she hopped off the table, letting her skirt fall, and Ryan gave her a prim pat on the bum.

“No one will notice a thing,” he beamed.

She blushed in embarrassment. She still decided to avoid any of the eyes that may want to linger on the pair as they exited the bathroom together and left. Back in the truck, she entered the cab, and the new material she was forced to sit on crinkled beneath her. The puffy padding enveloping her was comforting in its own way. After the stress of her semi-accident, she was asleep again within three minutes of departure.

A couple of states later, and many miles tacked on to the odometer, they had arrived at the bed and breakfast. Ryan kissed his lady on the forehead.

“We’re here, baby Jilly,” he cooed. She turned in her seat to cuddle into his chest and try to go back to sleep with mumbled protest. Ryan nudged her up and began to unload their bags, Jill tottering drowsily to help. He watched her lope, and knew there was more to her condition than just the lethargy of having just joined the world of the living. When not walking, she couldn’t stand still, her legs squeezing and rubbing against each other.

“Jilly, are you okay, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she slurred and yawned widely, keeping up her slight dance.

She flanked his side as he approached the front desk and kindled a conversation with the small inn’s owner. She found that after her nap, she again had a bladder close to bursting. She wanted to make it to their room so she could use the en suite bathroom, since they were so close. But she had protection, and was sorely tempted to use it. For a second, she caught the eye of the bright proprietor’s face still jabbing away, and she averted her eyes. Why did they have to stand there while this talked at them forever?

Letting out a low, but audible “Eep!”, her thighs squished together as her bladder contracted and her contents spilled forth. She could no longer hold it in. Hot pee flooded the padding, warming her pussy. The diaper soaked it up readily, like cracked earth absorbing rain after a long drought.

Neither man looked over at her, but she had herself convinced that surely they would be able to hear the thunderous crinkle produced by her stream pelting the landing zone so forcefully. It was so warm, her legs started to prickle with goosebumps. Finally the men stopped talking, and her daddy turned to her. She still had not finished and she knew she would not be able to turn away from her spot.

“Hug me,” she intoned to him urgently, catching him before he picked up his pair of suitcases.

A little nonplussed, he did so, and instantly realized why she needed a hug. She was slightly quivering and mewling with relief as she always did when she was using her diaper. He stroked down her back, giving both a comfort, and disguise from anyone possibly looking for conspicuous behavior. Slowly, her stream tapered off, and the diaper wicked it all away from her skin. Still wearing her long skirt, no one could tell what she had just done in the lobby of this bed and breakfast. No one knew, but her and Ryan.

She recovered from her second unintended accident of the day, and Ryan was then able to chivvy her up to the room they had gained the key to. She flopped down on the bed after depositing her luggage, her swollen diaper squishing under her.

“I wanted to make it up here to use the toilet, but I couldnt make it,” she admitted.

Ryan smiled, ever the optimist, and said, “Thats fine, no one noticed. And it felt good didn’t it?”

She closed her eyes in reminiscence, blushing once more and sighed contentedly. “So good. It was amazing.”

Ryan crossed the room to her side and stuck a finger in her leg guard, to which she yelped in surprise.

“We’ve got a very soggy baby on our hands!” he chirped. “Let’s get you in a fresh diaper.”

Once changed, Daddy Ryan also dressed her in her favorite onesie, her warm sockies, and gave her the pacifier she had been craving since around the time they had got here. She snuggled up to him and they used their first day of vacation to recover from the travails of their drive.